☾MoonClan☽ The Quick and the Quiet

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Ravenwing blinked his eyes as his sister approached him with a vole in her mouth. Moving over so she could sit, the nervous tom’s eyes flickered around camp. “Where’s Thistlefur?” He asked, not spotting his brother’s dark grey pelt.

Riversong shrugged as she took a bite out of the prey. “He was on the morning border patrol. I think he’s sleeping.” She responded as she nudged some of the vole over to the black tomcat.

Riversong’s amber eyes flickered up as she saw the queen, and she smiled. “Hey, Honeycloud!” She called out, the tabby she-cat flicking her tail in greeting.

Ravenwing followed his sister’s gaze, and the quiet tom dipped his head to the she-cat. “Wh-When are your kits due?” He asked, embarrassed of stuttering.

“It’ll be exciting to have kits in the camp again,” Ravenwing said, grinning. He had remembered the older warrior, Spidereyes, who had terrified the tom. He was glad to see that Honeycloud was still excited for her kits. “I went hunting earlier,” he responded, resting his head on his paws.

“Would you like some of this vole?” Riversong asked, tilting her head slightly. Listening to Ravenwing, she nodded in agreement. “The clan could use some little kits running around,” she purred, smiling at the thought.

“You’ll be back hunting before you know it,” Riversong assured, stretching her backs legs before sitting back down.

“The prey was awfully quiet today,” Ravenwing added, hoping that it would be Honeycloud feel better. “I didn’t do much chasing. This vole just ran into me.” He admitted.

Ravenwing jumped to his paws, concern flickering in his green eyes. “Are you play?” He asked Honeycloud, anxious.

Riversong looked at Honeycloud, frowning. “Are the kits coming?” She asked, her voice calm despite the panic she felt. I’ll need to get Frostfeather!

Timberpaw left the apprentice's den and wondered if he should go out into the forest on his own to get some more moss for his nest. He looked around but when he couldn't see his mentor he decided to go anyway.

Ravenwing dipped his head into the medicine cat’s den, quickly calling “Frostfeather!” But he didn’t hear a reply back. Going further into the den, he realized that the two were out. Sprinting out of the den, he nearly ran into Timberpaw as he bolted out of camp, calling loudly for Frostfeather and Streampaw.

Riversong watched as her brother raced out of camp, a look of panic now on her face. “Let’s get you back to the nursery,” she said to Honeycloud, gently pressing against the queen. Starclan let Frostfeather not be too far from camp! Upon hearing Puddlestep’s voice, she sighed in relief. “Her kits are coming!” She told the other queen.

Puddlestep stepped out of the nursery to let the queen in, deciding to give her privacy during the birth. She took a seat outside the den and glanced over her shoulder, her bright blue eyes wide with concern. She glanced down at her own swollen belly and sent a silent prayer to StarClan for this new generation of tiny warriors.

Riversong stood over Honeycloud, resting one paw gently on the she-cat. She tried to remember what she had seen Frostfeather do when queens began kitting. “A stick...” she said more to herself, quickly grabbing bark and giving it to Honeycloud. “You can clamp down on this when you’re in pain,” she said, constantly glancing up as if expecting to see the medicine cat and her apprentice.

Riversong thought about what she had known, now placing both of her paws lightly on the queen’s stomach. “You’ll need to push soon,” she mewed, intent on helping.

“You’re doing great,” Riversong murmured, constantly glancing over her shoulder at the nursery entrance.

“Frostfeather!” Ravenwing nearly crashed into the two as he skidded to a halt. “It’s Honeycloud...her kits are coming!” He panted, dancing on his paws.

Ravenwing listened, gently scooping up the herbs in his mouth. Weaving his way between the trees, he scampered into the camp and darted towards the medicine cat den.

Riversong gently massaged the she-cat’s stomach, attempting to help the she-cat. “Have you thought of names?” She asked, hoping to take Honeycloud’s mind off the pain.

Riversong did as she was told, licking the little she-kit’s fur the wrong way to help her breathing. She handled the kit gently, waiting for Honeycloud’s next kit.